Somebody told him he’s good for nothing :: song of the day

Keep Art Alive :: “Dysmorphic” :: Art by Vincent Hui “And we both know, that people change, when truth’s not part of their lives; I’ve seen the love in their eyes, don’t say goodbye, goodbye.“ The saddest thing I have ever seen is defeated eyes. The most tragic words I have ever heard are “what if”. There is nothing left but regret when you give up a dream without ever giving it a chance. If nothing else, I hope I teach my children that. Take a deep breath, hold your head high, swallow your fear, and try. And, always remember, … Continue reading Somebody told him he’s good for nothing :: song of the day

It was you :: songs and quotes

“Who wants to see life as it is? It’s the three gorgons in one. You look in their faces and turn to stone. Or, is it Pan. You see him and you die — that is, inside you — and have to go on living as a ghost.” ~ Long Day’s Journey Into Night¬† by Eugene O’Neill Into Dust :: Mazzy Star “I could possibly be fading, or have something more to gain. I could feel myself growing colder. I could feel myself under your fate.” Continue reading It was you :: songs and quotes

I look to you to see the truth :: songs and quotes

“I know I am a fool, hoping dirt and glory are both a kind of luminous paint; the humiliations and exaltations that lights us up. I see like a bug, everything too large, the pressure of infinity hammering at my head. But, how else to live, vertical that I am, pressed down and pressing up simultaneously? I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the … Continue reading I look to you to see the truth :: songs and quotes

Beauty in the breakdown :: songs and quotes

“The thing is… to love life,¬† to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, how can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, … Continue reading Beauty in the breakdown :: songs and quotes

The records that we used to share :: songs and quotes

“But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.” ~ The Archipelago of Kisses ~ Jeffrey McDaniel She’s Got You (live) :: Cat Power “I’ve got your memory, or has it got me? I really don’t know, but I know, it won’t let me be.” Continue reading The records that we used to share :: songs and quotes

Look at the stars :: musical sensory recall

“Where I’m seeing you there, with your hands in the air, waiting to finally be caught.” Another night with the same patterns, the same ice clinking in a cold, damp glass, and those same unnamed expectations. I look next to me and wonder how I got here again. No matter how much older I have become I still feel those pangs of adolescent nerves pulsing just under my skin. This does not feel all that different from some High School dance in a dimly lit gym – we all stand to one side, lingering, hoping for something to happen. The … Continue reading Look at the stars :: musical sensory recall

And pretend I was sleeping :: my favorite movies

“Every time you leave me for a minute, it’s like goodbye. I like to believe it means you can’t live without me.” ~ Angela A Place in the Sun trailer “Said tomorrow would be fun, we could watch A Place in the Sun. I didn’t know where this was going, when you kissed me.” Who’d Have Known? :: Lily Allen Growing up, I inherited a love of film and music, and nearly unshakable insomnia, from my Mother. I would find myself tossing and turning throughout the night, and I would lean my head towards the door, straining to hear whatever … Continue reading And pretend I was sleeping :: my favorite movies